Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Turkmenistan and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
The Dead C,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
B.T. Express,
Eddi Front,
DNA,
Can,
Maurizio,
The Remains,
Desert Stars,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Yazoo,
Q65,
Harpers Bizarre,
Average White Band,
Amon Düül,
Interpol,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Janne Schatter,
Scratch Acid,
AZ,
A Certain Ratio,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Star Department,
Arthur Verocai,
Eurythmics,
Vainqueur,
The Litter,
David Axelrod,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Unrelated Segments,
Slick Rick,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Roxette,
Ohio Players,
Panda Bear,
Dead Boys,
Harmonia,
Sparks,
Altered Images,
Idris Muhammad,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Arab on Radar,
Ronan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Delta 5,
Funkadelic,
Dawn Penn,
KRS-One,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fad Gadget,
Kayak,
Skaos,
Donny Hathaway,
The Martian,
Slave,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Zero Boys,
Basic Channel,
Bluetip,
The Real Kids,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.